Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.